Two old things in a junk shop and a story from Malta

Steve and I have been together for quite a while now and throughout the years, apart from our shared and tragic passion for Survivor, there is another big element in our lives which gives us enormous pleasure.

Second hand junk shops and auctions.

Oh sorry Steve. Did you think I was going to say something else?

It doesn’t matter where we are in the world, if we spy a dusty, overcrowded
treasure house of junk, it’s just a given that we’ll dive in and take a look.

Happily losing ourselves in the moment, searching for our own specific treasures.

Until I hear “Marg Marg Marg!” and the moment’s broken and I’m dragged off
to look at some piece of crap really interesting stuff that Steve has found.

One day I sent him on a mission to buy a cheap second hand microwave from an auction.

He came home with an antique divers helmet.

Only it turned out it wasn’t antique. It was Copper Art. ahhh that still makes me laugh.

More often than not we come out empty handed.

It’s more about the pleasure of looking …

and imagining ….

and admiring old things that were made by hand and made to last.


Old things that have had a good life … but have still got plenty of life left in them.

A bit like ourselves really.


Apparently Aaron at Bathurst Mart has been asked to sell this statue of Joseph many times over the years but he told me this lovely story this morning of why he’s hung on to it. He was a little boy in Malta when the Germans were bombing it and his father placed a statue of Joseph on the roof of their home and prayed to it every day to keep them safe.

He has a picture of their house standing tall while everything around it was flattened.

His mum said it was luck.

His dad said it was Joseph.

So just to play it safe, Aaron has his own Joseph looking down from high above his office.

It’s a bit hard to tell whether it’s working 😉

Anyway this was a rambling way to say that one of the nice ways to spend a wintery Saturday morning in Bathurst is to go poking around the many antique and second hand shops we have in town. If you spot a couple of nice old things, make sure you say hello.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever come home with from a second hand store?
One of my favourites is a vintage, French enamelled enema pitcher which I now use to keep all my kitchen implements in  🙂


Thanks Aaron for letting me wander with the camera this morning. Bathurst Mart is located on the Vale Road (the road to Goulburn) just on the outskirts of town.


We’re up and happening on Pinterest.

I’m still getting my head around the whole social media thing and my jury is still out on it, but for those of you who are into Pinterest, I thought I’d let you know that I’ve set up a site that showcases a lot of the photos that have appeared so far on the blog.

I’m actually really impressed with the Pinterest interface – it’s beautiful to use.

If it is your thing and you’d like to take a look: just click here.

What’s your take on social media?  Do you reckon it’s all it’s cracked up to be?


It wouldn’t be a farmers market without the farmers. Thanks for coming!

On the 4th Saturday of every month, Bathurst hosts a farmers market in the
grounds of our historic showground.


I take my hat off to the producers who turn up each month, especially in the depths of winter because the showground is so so so so cold!


The pavilions were built in the late 1800s


and while the architecture is superb


I don’t think they had any notion about passive solar design

back in 1896.


It is the perfect setting for the markets though


How can anyone resist these


or these?


It’s lovely to turn up and see what’s on offer each month.


I so admire the fact that people take such pride in what they do


and that they are rewarded for their efforts.


I love running into my beautiful colourful friends


and talking to people who care about the world we live in and the food we eat



It’s also the perfect excuse to put on your pinkest shoes and wear that pussy cat bag you’ve been itching to wear…


and to buy the best damned olive oil this side of Liguria.


Everything is so fresh


and enticing


and made with love.


Until today I’d never really looked closely at the old paintings that decorate the interior walls in the showground pavilions. Does anyone know anything of their history?


I particularly like the one of the apple pickers behind our new friend Con up top.

I think it might actually snow this weekend. I have nothing to back that up except we’ve just braved the sideline of the rugby field to watch Darcy play and scuttled home to get warm. It’s a snuggle-down-in-front-of-the-heater kind of weekend me thinks. Stay cosy x


Thanks to all the producers who kindly let me take photos this morning (some of which were duds I’m sorry), including Con & Rose, Stoney Creek Wildflowers, Linda’s Chilli Relish, Ploughman’s Hill Olive Oil (love your work!), Castlereagh Seed Savers, Saltbird Flavoured Salt, Cabonne Country Honey, our local vignerons and Milnes of Mudgee. I wish I could include everyone who makes the effort to come to Bathurst every month but on behalf of the community – thank you.

Baby calves and winter colours from Oberon

Steve has been regaling us with stories of the baby calves out at his mum’s
farm over the past few weeks…

So I sent he and Maddy on a little photo assignment yesterday.

Oberon is about 40 minutes from Bathurst and much higher. It’s one of the coldest
areas in our part of the world. Bloody cold! But very pretty.

Coming from the coast this world was so different to where I grew up.

Yet it’s where my boy is most at home. So in his element.

He knows every calf and every mum.

Is that cute or what!



Photos: Maddy x

Quiet thoughts on a frozen friday morning

We’ve had a week of great sadness…

Sadness that we’ve been carrying for months

The sadness of losing a dear friend

A joyous man who loved life more than most.

We’ve brought our little girl back from India a couple of days early.

She arrives today.

I’m hoping Steve will light a fire tonight.

We’ll break out the red wine …

… and treasure our here and now a little bit more than we would normally do

because that’s what he would want.

Hope you do the same xox

… not even a flock of crapping pidgeons can dull her spirit of adventure

I went exploring where I probably shouldn’t have been exploring today.

And I turned a corner where I probably shouldn’t have turned a corner.

But look what was waiting …

I nearly missed it through the cracked windows.

Bathurst was at her colourful best this afternoon …

… and this is one of my favourite little precincts.

It’s the area behind the Australian Fossil and Mineral Museum, a beautiful building built in 1876 which housed the original Bathurst Public School.

Thesedays it’s home to the internationally renowned Somerville Collection and the main headquarters of Bathurst’s resident pidgeon population.

Warren Somerville spent a lifetime building up one of the world’s leading private collections of fossils and minerals.

And then he donated it to Bathurst.

As you do 🙂

It’s gobsmacking. Not just the extent of the collection but the fit-out of the museum itself is stunning. But that’s not for today. Because today we’re outside … enjoying some sunshine

… strolling in amongst these old buildings of red brick, so typical of their time.

Taking in the angles and the lines and the textures.

On the lookout for bomber pidgeons ready to drop their load.

… stealing away for just a little while.

… catching the last of the sun on a cold winter’s day.

Don’t judge a garden from your kitchen window

We’ve had two days of beautiful rain (which makes a pleasant change from ice), yet from our kitchen window, the garden looks sad. Well perhaps not sad, but quiet and withdrawn.

…but I stepped out from the cave this morning with a cup of tea and took a wander …

We always tend to think that the little Japanese maple is at her best in autumn

but I’m wondering if that’s so

because when you catch her with no clothes on

when she’s just stepped out from a shower

wearing nothing but a pair of earrings …

ooo la la!

But the thing is, she’s hidden from our kitchen window because the crepe myrtle steals the show…

and it’s pretty hard to compete with this

Still … take some time this weekend to look in the shadows

You might see something that you least expect.

Have a happy one. Stay warm xx